He is old and feeble, but he takes on step and he is fifty yards down the road. Another step, another fifty yards.
I try it. Looking to a spot many yards away, I focus on it as I lift my leg and step. Suddenly, I’m there.
He looks over. “How did you learn to do that?”
“By watching you.”
“Let’s see it.”
I notice the key hanging off his belt. I visualize it in my hand. Smiling, I unlock his front door, go into his house and lock him out.
From inside his house, I watch him melt.
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